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Mosaic Musings...interactive poetry reviews _ ARCHIVES -> Poetry for Crit Prior to 2011 _ Trio (2)

Posted by: Mostafa Youssef Apr 7 10, 17:23

The Maniac king was like no other today
when he saw the British machinery on the way
and the Mystic did find it awkward
to look at them and stay!
and the Romanticist was flying
through his trifles of music.
The three kings took stills with concrete lions
but the maniac did feel that the lion is his
The burning lion was in the Maniac's soul
and tried to force the creativity of the tall
he was veiled .. he was fooled
as the Innocent is already poled.
The Mystic tried to render the Royalist
to calibrate his fatal mind .. fixing his instinct
but the Maniac kept confronting like a lion
moving foreword .. scattering his enemies
frustrating their knavish tricks
waving his Victorian sword .. harvesting their heads.
Then the Cursed king's father blessed him with his ripe tears
the Cursed is so striking .. he has no fears
then yells: "I am the Maniac king .. I am so great
I am so glorious .. I fear no fate".
And still the Innocent at the father's reign
and still the Mystic away from the stain
and still the Maniac insists to think that his curse is not in vain!

Grey and yellow ashes mate
beneath our fathers' bounded feet
"He" who doth rally for thy troops
A virgin, an innocent sheep.
Yet away when saddles and bullets clash
I sensed my glorious breeze
one sided sabotaged one another, crashed
our saviour brought us to the light.
The future kings are bright amongst any star
no matter any mockers, idiotic truly are
thy kingdom come on earth, thy glory is not far.
Completeness I seek thee, to step on heaven's altar
and if mirage I see, with you happy ever after!

Such! Do glut such lips, Ha! aged in talks
No books would lie, nor befoul my walks
nor detests now plum, nor love does go fair
We did land in pity and would fly in air.
Who! Who did mar those yells,
and now do rip our silence.
Hush, prithee! more noble gust I hear
did never lose north, nor made her airs a spear.
Romance arms, Mystic wits, Maniac of worlds
dwell in roses, books, gowns, and swords.
Do part the hook, do fly a horse
blue lines did go the child's course.
We flee!

* Written by "The Three Kings".

Posted by: Psyche Apr 24 10, 11:18

Hi Mostafa!

I don't know how I could have missed this poem, so sorry. At first read I like the legendary & mystical aspect, but would need your help to understand it fully.

What do you mean by "Written by The Three Kings?" Is that the name of your Trilogy? Please let us know a little about the background and period of your intriguing, deftly written poem. Forgive my ignorance, but we're all here to learn from each other.

Thank you so much,
best, Sylvia

Posted by: Eisa Apr 25 10, 14:43

Hi Mostafa

I agree with Syl's comments on your poem - I find it difficult to understand, but perhaps it is bacause I don't know the background. I also find it intriguing - not just the story, but also the formatt. Although it is FV, yo have used quite a lot of rhyming words ... and slant rhymes. I find this fascinating.

As Syl has suggested - please let us know a bit more background.

Thanks
Snow